You came again on a weekday,
my oldest friend,
and whispered poison talk into my ear,
asked me to embrace you,
but I could not see you in the darkness,
because darkness you were

I thought I had killed you,
in the smallest rooms in the brightest clinics,
then buried you in a book I gave away to another

But your ghost would appear to me,
a malign presence,
that left scars on my arms and bruises on my shins

You poltergeist!
I wish I could be rid of you,
for you mean less to me than God,
who abandoned me when I still wore knee socks

I want not to hear your voice,
your venomous chanting
I will not pray to you
Your very name makes me shudder

Yet when we are alone, you ****** me
And when we are with others, you ******* me
to the worst of all men

You are a little god,
who perches inside my ribcage,
waiting until my brain comes down,
off all its non-prescriptions

And then you're here,
living in my head,
filling me with that emptiness,
I can't help but love to hate